"If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?"
(Khalil Gibran)
Menoted
Low on inspiration, just a reminder that next week, the 29th, is Final Friday Fiction time again!!!
I was intrigued that so many of you liked the character in my February offering and indicated a desire to know more... but as that was essentially the end of her story, I'd have to go back to the beginning. Maybe one day, but not this year. Am trying to do a different thing each month.
I was intrigued that so many of you liked the character in my February offering and indicated a desire to know more... but as that was essentially the end of her story, I'd have to go back to the beginning. Maybe one day, but not this year. Am trying to do a different thing each month.
😵
Menolyrical - Words for Words' Sake
A repost...
Kite Sunbright
There was a gull, once, I heard;
An edgy, questioning bird
Who flew and flew and flew and flew
And pestered every one he knew
To tell of something unseen,
About which he was too keen.
Hidden in every wave and frond,
He found it in the blue beyond. *
An ancient lad wished to fly;
Done with earth, he wanted sky.
Stole another's feathers - what tax!
Paid the price when he sealed with wax.
First, it seemed that all was right
As he soared like bird in flight;
Above the clouds he reached for Sun
- and that was that his story done. **
Noble bird, the eagle kite,
Commands air with regal might.
Ascends the thermal stairs with ease,
As if the gull and lad he'd tease.
No doubts or angst interfere,
To the sun draws ever near -
The feathers his, no wax in sight,
King of the skies is Kite Sunbright!
Inspired by TAKE ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE
©Yamini Ali MacLean2013
* J L Seagull Esq.
** Icarus
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